“The yacht or big big ship, whatever the name for it, it’ll fare you across the huge waters!” Gun Roswell
Boats and ships
Fully equipped
For a trip
Filled with fun
Under the sun
Or just a weekend layover
In some other land
Somewhere close
Back by Monday
If you can
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
“It’s that time of the week, the time for a throwback, waaaay back!” Gun Roswell
How was it, way back then?
When all you had, was so much time to spend?
All those big plans ahead of you
Choices to be made, were more than a few
The image, in front of you now, might be a little faded
But did you manage to do, all those things back then stated?
“The sun is setting, the skies looking like a painting, with so much of the colour of red used, well, it’s gorgeous so who am I to complain?” Gun Roswell
“The sky is on fire, the sky is on fire!”
The peasant from the ancient times shouted
As the red clouds into the skies sprouted
Running as fast as he could
Before the skies on him fall would
Simply out of fear
Not knowing of the beauty so near
Shivering in his cellar
Like an old yeller
Some hundreds years later
Not a sunset hater
Eagerly awaiting
A sunset most breathtaking
“Make sure to choose the perfect seat whenever you need to sit down, but especially, when having a meal, lunch comes to mind” Gun Roswell
Time for lunch
Possibly even brunch
Find your way
Where all the others stay
No need to pay
Just sit down and for a while stay
Have some chicken
Which is good as finger licking
Maybe afterwards
Some mini cakes quite sticking
Or if you want something healthy
You do not need to be weatlhy
Just grab some melons
Cantaloupe or honey
No, not trying to be funny
It’s all there
Nothing has been spared
For your vacation
Is most important to this station
To make you happy
And maybe later,
Time for a nappy!
The summer holidays, had finally arrived
Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives
Packing up, all the needed trash
For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port
Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short
Because this thing was certainly going to happen
With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘splaining
The road trip was finally on the part of landing
The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still
Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout
Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud
“B and B” for all sizes and kinds
Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack
It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack
After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong
With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face
It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades
In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh
Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face
And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started
After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment
It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning
Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot
It was already starting to get really frustrating
The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied
Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation
A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun
All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect
A table with two seats and a large bench set
Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads
Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day
Deciding to spend it in this very same place
Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake
Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“The old song, day and night, comes to mind, when I look at the captures from my holiday past, yeah, that one too, did not long last, but alas, maybe next time, it will be much longer” Gun Roswell
Days thankfully long and filled with so much sunshine
That lazy me, can be splayed across the subbed ever so fine
The clouds above practically none existent and quite fluffy too
As there is nothing else to see above there except skies of blue
Well, maybe just another airplane landing bringing more of us
Whom are finally allowed to take a vacation on this same spot
Where the days meet the night, without any kind of fight
Where nothing is done except leisure just for the sake of pleasure
The long days, and short nights, spent, lazily under the sun
Or those with courage, hauling their asses to the beach
Where all kinds of waterspouts is just in a short reach
Describing this time out of the every day grind as everything fun
Hell yeah, day or night, it just is so unexpected but totally right
When there is little or nothing else to do around the poolside
Except spend it on yourself and those you care for in life
“It’s funny how we are never happy about where we are at any given moment, always dreaming of some place else, supposedly much better than this one is“ Gun Roswell
There is one constant in the universe, or at least on this very planet, that of the dwellers, namely humans, are never happy about staying in just one single place
Whether they want to travel for a while or perhaps permanently relocate, it seems to be encoded inside of the DNA to want to be a on the move and not in one locale stay
And if stuck in the same ol same ol, what do these, two legged brainy creatures do?
Well, day dreaming all day long, of some other place far far away until they fall, into a deep sleep, most likely having the same dream on repeat
So, whether it is of a vacation soon to follow, or simply some far away distant fantasy, those yet to be undiscovered vistas at least for the one person, keeps them going on… and on and on…
“Take a boat, a ship or a large vessel, on a long vacation or just.a short trip across the pond… well, what more is there than to shout — ship ahoy! “ Gun Roswell
A long trip, on an island to slip
In a good size sailing ship no less
Enjoying the time, to get there, long
Provided the weather gods stay gone
And let the sunshine and winds
Lead us, on our invisible wings
The short vacation to an unknown destination
The large commercial vessel, prepared for embarkation
All the comforts of a small village, inside this lustrous chillage
Of a thing, where you can eat, dance and sing
All day long, then all night going strong
In the old school discotheque, without much etiquette
When it’s time for your sleeves up to haul
Then taking a rowboat across the small moat
And don’t forgot to bring your warm coat
Because this time of year, the chills will be near
Then row, row, row, your little heart out
Until you are totally ready to shout:
Ship Ahoy!
“When on a long or short haul, sometimes, all you need is a place to rest for a moment, or few (preferably with a beverage)” Gun Roswell
Seats available at the station
Surprise!
Waiting for the bus for a trip
A vacation before next Monday?
Or so it seems
It’s either that or a bust!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 